In peaceful sleep,
the night unfolds,  
into a swirl colour,
a sight to behold
as waves of light like whispers trace,
guide my heart to a secret place,
up to crystal stars in dark velvet skies,
which scatter wishes that softly rise.

My visions soar,  
in slumber's dance,
I seek for more
in my restful trance,
as mirrored reflections of distant lands,
take shape in my unseen busy hands.
Planting blooming flowers under twilight's breath,
painting the night in colours of vivid depth.

Each step a melody,
a dream unspun,
I wander softly,
as time comes undone
and with every dawn, my dreams take flight
through the serene darkness, chasing light.
Like floating lanterns, these dreams ascend, illuminating paths that I never want to end.

©️Lizzie Bevis

A phantom cast where living once dwelled,  
a figure moves under a tight-lipped spell,  
with eyes like stars,
yet veiled in the night,  
an enigma wrapped in soft twilight.  
They whisper in riddles
and breathe in your dreams,  
replaying a moment cracked at the seams,  
each smile is a puzzle,
each laugh a clue,  
leaving a labyrinth of thoughts
to mull over and review.  
As I wonder,
What lies hidden in their empty gaze
and what stories linger in their ethereal haze?  
It is a mystery unsolved,
a moment truly bizarre,  
as they offer a brief glimpse of what they are.

©️Lizzie Bevis

In passing hours,
the clock unwinds,  
as efficiency dissolves
into wasting time
and with idle hands,
the moments slip,  
each second lost,
the clock still ticks…

As they continue to believe
that there is plenty of time
to fulfil and achieve
some sort of half-arsed
productivity?!

©️Lizzie Bevis

In the hush of cool autumnal dusks,  
the sleepy world slows down,  
and crisp golden leaves  
scatter over the ground.  
The sky now dons
a cloak of twilight grey,  
as the nipping breeze begins to play.  

The streetlamps flicker, their glow a guide,  
as nightfall blankets the countryside,
and families gather at home  
by the warm fireside,  
while the scent of baked apples
with cinnamon flows,  
and a hearty stew simmers on the stove.  

After a warming dinner, laughter is shared,  
and in the heart of the home,  
hot cocoa is prepared  
while the children play games,
building forts from cushions
their giggles ring clear,  
filling the room with joy and cheer.

As the hour grows late, tiredness spreads,  
and soft heavy eyelids
remind them it's time for bed.  
The embers crackle softly,
as the evening grows quiet,
and worn out children yawn and sigh
as November evenings slowly drift by.

©️Lizzie Bevis

With every step,  
hold me close,  
as desire lights
our intense fire.
My beating heart  
will seek and find,  
your leading soul,  
body and mind.  

©️Lizzie Bevis

Looking in the mirror,  
I trace the lines,  
recalling memories etched  
in laughter, tears, and time.  

From girlhood dreams  
playing in sunlit fields  
to nights of doubt  
where silence yields.
I ran and stumbled  
through seasons,  
feeling both joy and strife,  
as my ambitions wove  
into the fabric of my life.

As I aged,  
love found me gently,  
a force that held me tight,  
as hearts came and parted,  
guiding me through  
the brightest days  
and darkest nights.

Yet in quieter moments,  
I learned to be still,  
to cherish the rhythm  
of my heart’s beating will.  
I found wisdom in years,  
revealing the beauty of growth  
and the power of fear.

Now I am forty years young,  
with stories to share,  
a mosaic of memories
and a life almost laid bare
as I embrace this journey,
completely aware
of who I am.

©️Lizzie Bevis

My heart sees only you.
My eyes are open,
but it is my heart that sees
everything in beautiful colours.

©️Lizzie Bevis